01-27-2013, 12:30 AM
Hello everyone. I'm new here, and just noticed there was a section where we could post our writings.

I thought I'd post up one of my stories, and then if you like that, feel free to go to Smashwords where I have my short story collection "Through The Soul's Window" there for a "Name Your Price" model. Pay as little as nothing, or pay whatever you like.

Oh and the amazing artwork is by the awesome Miami Kaos, who is a good friend of mine. Notice the eyes?



As I walk along the beach near my rented bungalow, the moon illuminates my immediate surroundings. In the distance I can see her approaching me. At this point I don't know that it is her, all I see is the exotic red and blue dress. I recognize the dress as one I saw once in an old brochure on Russian culture. She seemingly glides towards me, leaving no prints in the sand. I stop walking and stare at her. The beauty that she possesses is apparent as the moon casts light across her face.

Soon we are staring into each other�s eyes, and I notice then, that I am trembling. I find myself intimidated by her presence. I look down at the sand, and she then reaches out and takes my chin in her hand, raising my head up. I look into her eyes, and feel a calm come over me. She smiles, and then her hand moves up and wipes a tear from my cheek, that I don't even know is there.

She leans closer to me, and kisses me softly. I close my eyes as her lips touch my skin. When I open my eyes I am alone again. I turn around and see nothing. My breathing becomes heavy and labored and looking down, I notice that in front of me, leading to my bungalow are a fresh set of footprints, but when I look behind me, there are only my own. I sit down on the sand, as I try to wrap my head around what just happened. It isn't her. It can't be her, but it is. She has returned to me, one year later, just as I always dreamed she would. As I sit on the sand, I stare at the newly created footprints heading to my bungalow. It is impossible, but it is true. She has returned.

Once I arrive at my doorstep, I stand there, hesitating to go in. Closing my eyes I turn the door knob, swinging the door open, to reveal the silhouette of her naked form, moving across my bedroom, twenty feet away from where I stand. I swallow hard as I shut the door. I remove my sweater, and hang it on the hook beside the door.

�Come in here, darling.� I hear.

I enter my room, and see her lying on the bed, the moonlight casting over her body.

�I've been waiting for you.� She whispers.

I stand in the doorway, not sure what to do or to say. She sits up, peering at me. As I looked into her eyes, I am suddenly reliving the crash. The car running off the road as we made our way from our wedding, mere hours before, the tears that fell at the wreckage as she died in my arms, as well as the tears that have fallen all year since. The depression, the failed suicide attempt, and the seven months of therapy, I absorbed a year�s worth of pain and anguish in a single blink of an eye.


I walk over and sit down beside her. Her hands find my neck, as she rubs my skin with her gentle touch.

�I'm here for you, baby, just as we had always wanted. Better late than never, as they always say, right?�

I close my eyes and shake my head.

�I can't.� I whisper.

She stops, and rests her chin on my shoulder.

�Why not?�

I feel tears sliding down my cheeks. I close my eyes tighter, hoping to stem the flow.

�Because...because,� I stammer.

She climbs around my body and sits on my lap, her bare legs wrapped around my waist. She wraps her arms around my neck, and leans in, kissing her way up my neck, to my ear. I feel her nibbling on my earlobe.

�Why?� she coos. She continues to kiss me.

�Because, this isn't real.�

My eyes still closed, and her beautiful delicious scent almost unbearable, I feel her lips softly against my eyelids.

�Reality is a state of mind, love.�

I shake my head slowly, pulling away from her. �You're not real. No matter much I want you to be, you'll never be real.�

She climbs off of me, and moves over to the head of the bed, her back against the headboard, and stares at me. I can't look at her.

�We never got to express our love for each other. We never consummated our marriage. We were cheated.� she said, sadness in her eyes and voice.

I put my head in my hands. �I'm sorry.�

I stand up and walk out of the room, away from what I had dreamt of for the past twelve months. Away from the only woman I had ever truly loved. I stop at the door and turn back to look at her. She slowly pulls the sheets up to her neck, covering herself. As I shut the door behind me, cool air sweeps over me. I can hear her crying, as the door clicks shut, a sound I had become accustomed to since the crash. Her cries had become embedded in my brain, and they still haunt me to this day.

The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed, alone. I sit up and look around. The window is open and the air is cool on my sweat covered forehead. I look out the window, almost expecting to see my bride, twirling in her red and blue dress. Although I knew she wouldn't be there, I nevertheless, found myself saddened.

I lie back down and close my eyes, whispering �Happy Anniversary, Love�, as I await sleep to comfort me.


Download my short story collection from Smashwords. Name Your Own Price!

Smashwords — Through The Soul's Window — A book by Gary Anderson (http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/139233)

NOTE: It says on there "Name Your Price" but what looks like a recent addition is a "suggested price" of $4.95

Now I already downloaded it (as a free one) myself so I can't try to get it again and it charge me. If anyone tries to get it and it attempts to charge you money, meaning you can't just put $0.00 in there and get the book, please let me know and I'll go in and see if I can monkey with the settings.

I'm giving the book away, and if anyone cares to contribute funds that's all well and good, but that's not my main goal in this thing. I just wanted to finally put out my book of stories so I could say that I did.

Thank you any and all of you who take the time to read my story and get my book. Would love feedback. also you can let Miami Kaos know how much you liked the cover on twitter at @RealMiamiKaos1



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